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BreathingHe took my breath from me He knew and he didn't care And when darkness grew and shadows crept I would always find him thereBreathing
He stole my breath from me But yet I gave to him my heart He showed me frosted fairytales, porcelain and glass, It hurt long before the start
Alone, I'm still in love Alone, I start to see You are not the man I wish you were You killed the breath in me.
by ~Avlona
When the clock stopsTime waits, clocks poised towards the hour As pain teaches and disciplines in longing.When the clock stops
The ghost of all your promises hang thick, A phantom of past regret, And the colour drips from each flower
Life is quiet, void of heat and cast in an unknown hue.
I can see the stars now, brighter than before,
They reflect hopes and wishes long forgotten -
Pushed away from the surface; They were drowning, lost because of you
Plans remain undefined, trapped in road maps and words Waiting, like the clocks, poised towards the hour. Pain passes, like most things, to make w
by ~Avlona
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- Current Residence: on the edge of understanding.
- Favourite poet or writer: Homer/Jane Austin/Vonnegut
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Shell of choice: One that wont break
- Skin of choice: Mine
- Personal Quote: Peachy with a side of keen
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